I’ve been here all day, and most of the presentations have been boring. Some of them are lengthy and too detail-heavy. Some of the presenters are evasive and don’t answer questions. Some of them just have bad or boring ideas. As a corporate guy, I like something that is direct, promising, and passionate. Everything else is just additional.

Of course, I’m pigheaded and like other parts of it, too. When a woman with a nice body is giving a presentation, I pay closer attention. I often don’t care about what she says, but I think about fucking her. Sometimes, I succeed once she finds out who I am and how much money I have. Yeah, it’s vain, but it works.

For the time being, I guess I’m more concerned about what the board thinks of me. They haven’t cut me yet, but they’re sharpening the axe. I had to take action – fast. I needed something that would really push them into confidence and trust with me.

Much like me, the board often cares the most about results and income. I had an advantage from that standpoint. I was making my company a lot of money and the revenue has a steady growth. The bad part is that I took a shellacking with my recent scandals.

Now, was it fair about what happened to me? Not hardly! I didn’t know they were prostitutes. Even if I knew they were prostitutes, I didn’t pay them. When was the last time that wild and boundless sex was wrong? The 1950’s, maybe?

Bah! The board still didn’t like it. They were more worried about their damn image, and the image of the company. That meant that I had to get out the paintbrush and make a new picture. That’s never been my strong point, but I had to at least give it a try.

It was 2:30 p.m. and I took a sip from my bottled water. I peeped out the large window and saw the beautiful Seattle skyline. I forget how many floors I had gone up, but we were pretty high in the air. I like being able to oversee a metropolis at night, and wondered if Seattle would look nice at night, too.

I felt conflicted about the fact that I was even there. Did I need to be there? No, not really. I could hear about, or make business deals from a remote office. Despite all that, I had to repair my company’s image. I would look better as a CEO if I went and attended these kind of events. Then, I would give off the feeling of someone who cared and would attend important functions. It’s a crock, but image often is.

At least I played it sly. I brought two assistants with me who were taking most of the notes and doing a lot of the legwork. Then, I could sit and listen, pretend that I cared, and make a better image for my company.

I saw two women walk into the room, and one of them was very familiar to me. I didn’t even know her name. She was the young lady I collided into downstairs and helped pick up her spilled papers. I had no idea she would be making a presentation. For the first time all day, I was pleasantly surprised.

She’s hot and fuck-worthy, too. Her skin is soft and smooth, and she’s got a nice booty. It’s a little bit larger and a little wider than usual, but that made it sexy. She wasn’t dressed too fashionably, but she looked okay from a dressing standpoint. She had clean and neat hair, and decent clothes.

I fantasized about a nasty sex encounter with her. I walked into a luxurious room, and she had on a tight outfit that barely held back her big tits. In fact, she was a French maid. She was walking around with a feather duster and smiled as I walked into the room.

What happened? Well, we basically just had wild sex that had a lot of variety. I was on top, she was on top. She sucked, I sucked. Naturally, we both orgasmed and I pretended that it lasted for hours. Why not? There is no need for limitations when fantasizing.

She had a lady with her that I didn’t recognize. I could tell pretty quickly that the other lady was in charge. She was pointing and directing the clumsy woman around. They set up a large poster board and gave me a simple, one-page handout. That was a good thing.

They gave a presentation that was good and informative. It was one of the better ones of the day. They put it into a concise ten minutes, and then opened it up for questions. “Does anyone have any questions?” Franca asked. When she introduced herself, I found her name to be unique and interesting.

“You gave a great presentation, and I just have one question. Can I see samples of what you want to put in? That would be helpful” I asked.

I noticed her reach for a binder that had some stuff in it. I’m not sure if she meant to hand it out, and maybe forgot. She walked over to my table and handed it to me. “Take your time. We can always discuss more of it later if you want.”

I flipped open the book and looked at a few different things. I saw some curtains that looked pretty cool. They were a dim red color, on thick wooden curtain rods. The curtain rods were a nice ebony color. There were cool options with the wall décor, as well. Some of the stuff was as simple as large mirrors, while other stuff was brilliant paintings. “I like the stuff in here. I’d like to hear anything your employee would have to contribute. What do you think of this design here?” I said as I pointed to a contemporary décor package.

I don’t really know what she was thinking, but I could tell she was nervous. A small part of her lower lip was twitching – even though she was trying to smile her way through it. Her reply was a little bit bold, though. She didn’t come across as a submissive wimp. “I think our designs are top-notch, and it is my belief that you would be an idiot to pass us up.”

Franca shot her head to the side and glared right at her. I could tell she hated that pointed comment. I guess she prefers diplomacy instead. Personally, I think it’s overrated. Give me a passionate bitch who lays down the law. I like that a lot better.

I snickered right after she said that. It caught me off guard, so I figured I would challenge her a little bit. “Oh yeah? And why would I be an idiot to pass you up?”

She had a little bit of a tough time initiating her spiel, but she pulled it off. “Uh…We will work the hardest for you. I will personally see to it that you’re our most important client. We will make this hotel our number one priority and make it the hottest place in the whole city.”

That’s exactly what I wanted. I wasn’t okay with mediocrity, and no successful CEO is. We strive for exceptionalism and push ourselves to always improve. When we do better, we strive to do even better than that. It never ends, but it’s the only way to reach the top.

It was too early to tell, but I saw promise from her that I don’t always see with a lot of people. She’s the employee who tries really hard and wants to do well, I think. If even ten percent of my employees had her heart, I can’t even imagine how awesome my company would be. “I was very impressed with your presentation. I’d like to speak to you personally and privately, if that’s okay.”

Franca didn’t like it, probably because she wasn’t the one singled out for further discussion. Her mostly-quiet assistant was drafted to fill that role. “Okay…” she said softly as she walked out of the room.

“Very nice to meet you. I’m sorry but I don’t know your name.”

She gave a one-word response. “Maya.”

I’ll admit that my plan was unconventional. Not only was she attractive, but I wanted to take it a step further with her. I wanted her to play an important role for me in my life. The corporation wanted positive, if not conventional imagery for their CEO.

Traditional meant that I would have to appear with a woman. As in, we would have to have a relationship. The relationship could be totally bogus, and that was okay. In fact, that is exactly what I was about to propose. I was okay with it being fake, as long as the appearance was real. “Okay, so, I have a deal I can make with you. I’ll give you this job under one condition.”

She rolled her pretty dark eyes and clobbered me with a rejection. “No, I’m not going to sleep with you, Mr. Taylor” she said as she started walking away from me.

I reached out and gently grabbed her arm just to try and get her to stop. When I touched her, my romantic impulse raced wildly. She was beautiful, challenging, and had soft skin. A lot of women, if not most of them, would take their pants off if I asked them to. She was standing firm and wouldn’t give in. I liked that.

“If I sleep with you, it won’t be for a deal” I said to her as I kept a soft grip on her arm. “You can trust me on that.”

She turned around to face me and her once-apparent smile dropped down into a frown. She crossed her arms and pulled away from my grip. “Oh yeah? And what is that supposed to mean?”

I just wish I could have seen what my face looked like when I answered her. I probably had a huge grin that spread from ear to ear. Then, my eyes would form into something different – maybe a squint. I bet I looked cunning. “We would do it because you wanted to fuck me – more than anything you’ve ever wanted in your entire life.”

“Asshole” she retorted quietly and turned around to keep walking out of the room. She was classy. I liked that, too.

I was losing the battle and needed to fire out the offer quickly and clearly. If I didn’t, she would walk out of my life and I would have to start from scratch when it came to finding a girlfriend decoy, so to speak. “I will give you the contract if you do one thing for me. No sex.”

She again stopped and turned to face me. She defensively kept her arms folded as she looked me over. She wasn’t playing any games. Like a serious woman, she just wanted to get down to business. “What are you proposing? Don’t jerk me around” she warned as she waited for me to talk to her.

As ridiculous as it may have sounded to her, there comes a time when a man reaches the point of desperation. It happens when he will indeed give the ridiculous a try. “Come to Vegas with me this weekend and pretend to be my girlfriend.”

She closed her eyes and quickly shook her head because it didn’t make sense to her. I can’t blame her, because it did sound a little weird. “What? Say again?”

I let out a few chuckles then tried to make it sound easy for her to do. “I won’t bore you with the details, but it’s just something that I need done. I have a feeling that you would be a good fit for a pretend girlfriend. You’re pretty, and I bet you’re even sometimes polite.”

Sometimes I wish there was a little device we could hook to a person that would allow us to read that person’s mind. I can’t even imagine how much easier that would make my sex life. I could craft every answer and behavior in conformance with exactly what the woman wanted.

She took a full three seconds to respond, which made it more than obvious that she was thinking. I’ll just make an educated guess – she was probably balancing the professional needs and desires of her company, with any personal issues she might have.

I didn’t know if she had a boyfriend, or even a husband. I didn’t care since I saw it as a game of pretend. I meant it when I promised her that there would be no sex. I needed her for image.

It actually happens in life (the game of pretend) all of the time. What do almost all actors and actresses do at some point in their career? They pretend to be a boyfriend, girlfriend, or spouse. Same thing here. She would pretend to be my girlfriend. Just pretend.

Her response was a bit feisty and hot, too. “Okay. I will do it. If you try to make a move on me, or anything like that, I will kick your ass so hard that your nose will bleed.”